#Mon ange

[leoreadss]

Mon Ange

A few days ago, I was scrolling through the comments on a Good Omens post on X. A girl (French) was talking about how in French, you can't say Angel without putting a 'mine' before it.

So Crowley (that btw in French is called Rampa (WTF!)) every time he calls Aziraphale 'Angel' he says 'Mon ange' - My angel!

I'm not crying! We are!

[niemernuet]

Happy Birthday Loïc

[connielovescas]

The spanish dub of the destiel confession scene "Yo a ti, Cas." walked so the french dub of Crowley actually calling Aziraphale "mon ange" (aka "My angel.") could run.

[feraltwinkseb]

August 24, 2023 - Zandvoort, Netherlands Source: Tim Goode/PA Images via Getty Images

[reminiscebliss]

Romance & love cheese alert ⚠ read at your own risk

oh to be just a small town american girl who marries a foreign born man who speaks 8 languages and has traveled the whole world and helps teach her whatever languages she wants to learn and translates anything she needs to know especially when they travel together and he also treats her like a princess like she is the light of his world and embraces all her oddities with love and admiration and every time she speaks he hangs onto every word with stars in his eyes like listening to her talk is the most important and exciting thing in the world. and imagine if he was always so kind, gentle, protective and also incredibly smart and could have a conversation about anything for hours and teach you so much because he basically knows everything since he's a genius but he would never admit that. and what if he was the least sexist man in the world and for the first time in your life you felt completely at ease knowing that the person you're with sees you truly as an equal because from the time he was an actual child he has spent his life protecting and defending women, and combatting all forms of sexism and mysogyny whenever he sees it and one of the only things that can even make him angry is sexism, and you know you are always completely safe with him. and what if he was so incredibly handsome too and every time you look at him you never want to look away. and what if you thought a love like this was too good to be true but it's been 8 years and things just only keep getting better.

[fukuokanodivision]

Mon Ange

— Yousei Residence, Fukuoka Division — Despite a cold winter evening blanketing their home division, Fukuoka materialized into its usual form once night began to fall; a city replaced with excitement and anticipation, in contrast to its cultural and touristic appearance in daylight. Resting on the sofa to conclude another birthday, Mai sighed softly as they taken in their surroundings around the living room. The bouquet of flame lilies from Eko stood proud in a small vase on the coffee table, the tints of red and yellow reflecting off the dim lamplight. On an end table lay the package of Omikuji strips from Yuno, unopened and sealed with utmost care. They smiled at their teammates efforts, wishing they could’ve done something more to thank them…Though as with any sort of gift giving, they knew well enough neither of them would have it. However…Was their birthday just as eventful? Mai’s gaze fell as they pondered the question deeply. It felt odd. They enjoyed spending time with their father, praying for their Mother to be with them and receiving gifts from their teammates…But even so, something still appeared missing. Something they couldn’t place their finger on… Unexpectedly, a firm knock at the door snapped them out of their trance. Their father was working later and Eko and Yuno were bound to be asleep at this time. Stretching and taking a deep breath, Mai approached and slid the door open, revealing someone surprising on the other side of the door…

Standing before them was Jakurai, wearing his trademark turtleneck and holding a miniature package in his hands. Upon noticing them, his lips curled into a smile as he pushed a strand of his hair behind his shoulder, the wintry chill causing him to shudder. “Happy birthday, Mai-san. I apologize for the late arrival…May I come inside?” The doctor asks, bowing his head in apology. Mai nods in agreement, closing the door before the remnants of the cold could enter their humble abode. Mai seated themselves on the sofa once more as Jakurai set the package on the coffee table, sitting aside them afterward and placing his hands in his lap. A silence bubbles between them, although it breaks as he turns to them and speaks again… “How have you been? The time has come and gone since we’ve spoken to each other last, is everything alright…?” He asks, his voice gentle and concerning. “Getting there, thanks for asking Doc…” Mai smiles, a hint of curiosity in their face. “…What brings you all the way here? Isn’t it busy down in Shinjuku?” They questioned, receiving a chuckle from him and placing a hand in their own. “Today was surprisingly smooth sailing…I planned my visit beforehand, so I am not missing anything in particular.” Jakurai assures them, their shoulders relaxing at his words. “It is only appropriate if I give you this, it would be foolish if I didn’t bestow you with something…” Mai watches him take the package off the table and into his hands, it’s contents beckoning them to open it.

“Go on, I hope you enjoy it.” “Are you sure…?” “Trust me.” Mai’s fingers trembled as they unraveled the box and pulled out a surprise that caused them to gape… It was a framed picture of their first encounter in Shinjuku, though their eyes wandered to the black Victorian dress they were wearing at the time. Black dress… “They all wanted to meet you personally. Do not fret with our…entrance, it’s only to make you feel welcome.” Traitor… “I understand, my love. However…You are ours now and only ours. Oh, how long have I been searching for the perfect lady, you seem to fit the exact description I was hoping to attain…” No…! “Please…Please!” Mai begged as they awoke from the vision, returning to the surroundings of their residence as Jakurai had embraced them, his expression fearful… “It’s alright, I’m here my angel. Just take a few breaths with me, I’ve got you…” The doctor whispers, combing through their hair. No sound was heard except for their breathing, the silence almost unsettling. They thought were safe, that nothing could hurt them since that day… However, even in the brightest of times, fear and uncertainty doesn’t wait to strike those who are vulnerable and soft shelled… [Happy Birthday Mai!]

[auburnandamberangel]

Mon ange (for the pet name meme)

GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME AND SEE HOW THEY REACT!

As an added bonus the petname will be rated on how much my muse likes it!

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it* | i love it | please call me that all the time

*Though from Nicolas' mouth it'd especially...intriguing

[janixiisstuff]

💗💗 love me forever please 🤍

[immortalbeautysd]

Bella Cullen 20 ans Vampire Mariée et maman

[eskwander]

[ockroach]

@missingwife

[bonewhiteglory]

@i-would-rather-chase-the-sun

so fucked up that baby rats are like adult rats but small

[niemernuet]

Loïc red number in Adelboden life is worth living

[feraltwinkseb]

September 3, 2023 - Monza, Italy Source: Dan Istitene - Formula 1/Formula 1 via Getty Images

[reminiscebliss]

I love my husband

[divineani]

Beautifully written!! , has me crying,sobbing,throwing up 😭<3

Could I please request an Anakin X reader where reader gets overwhelmed in a mission and Anakin gets her out?

overwhelmed | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x jedi!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where y/n gets overwhelmed on a mission

a/n: i missed writing so much, especially for anakin so i really hope that you enjoy it <3 feedback and reblogging is always appreciated!

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

"What's happening down there?!", Anakin screams at the hologram map in front of him, demanding to know what is going on on the planet beneath the Resolute. His eyes frantically roam over the map, trying to find the source that caused the small transporter and the protective shields around it to be blown to bits. "General Y/L/N, do you copy?"

It was supposed to be an easy mission with no complications. The plan was simple: deliver the required weapons and care packages to the surface of Ryloth to support the troops and then leave again without a trace, not alarming the Separatists while giving your men an advantage. But instead of doing that, you walked right into a trap.

Pressing your body, which is still shaking from the bomb's hard impact, against a shattered part of the transporter, you try to control your breath, squinting your eyes to see through the dust. Inhaling it, you cough several times, waving your hand in front of your face to make the smoke slowly disappear. You hardly see anything around you, at most silhouettes of soldiers lying on the ground, injured or worse. And very close by, you hear the loud mechnical noise of spider droids coming your way.

Ignoring the panic rising within your veins, you close your eyes and try to think about your next move, trying to find a way out of this. Only then do you notice your com and the voice coming from it, instantly grounding you.

"I copy. We ran into an ambush, I don't know how many of my men survived", you answer into the comlink, forcing your voice to sound as steady as possible. But Anakin notices. He always does.

"You need to get out of there. Right now!", Anakin says with pressure, not paying attention to the fact that he has never felt so relieved to hear you voice, that, as far as he can tell, you are safe and sound. And he does not care what his men around him think, why he is so keen on getting you out of there in one piece.

When the explosions happened, Anakin felt his heart stop, his world stopped spinning. But hearing your voice right now makes it a lot more bearable because you are still there, you are still with him. He should have been down there with you and he is beating himself up for not insisting on coming with you.

"Sir, I don't think that is possible", another voice clarifies through the comlink as Bly, your commander, approaches your side, kneeling in front of you as he speaks to Anakin. His armor is covered in dust and mud, but he appears to have survived the attack without any major damages.

"Why not?", both Anakin and you ask at the same time.

"General, you are injured", Bly points out, motioning to your lower body, which is, indeed, covered in blood. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, your eyes widen and you press your hand on the bleeding wound where a piece of metal must have hit you. Only then do you notice the excruciating pain running through your body, previously hidden by the adrenaline that was still rushing through your veins mere seconds ago.

"How bad is it?", Anakin wants to know immediately, his knuckles turning white from grabbing the table with the hologram map forcefully as it is making fun of him for not being down there with you, only showing him what happened without him being able to intervene.

"I don't think any important organs are damaged, but I can't be sure, Sir. And the Separatists are approaching our current location quickly", Bly explains, offering you an encouraging smile, but all you can feel is bile rising up your throat and panic lacing your laboured breathing. "They knew we would come."

"And they were only waiting to strike", Anakin concludes, lowering his head while searching for answers. But with his heart painfully beating against his chest and your ragged breathing over the com, he can't concentrate. He needs to get you out of there.

"Prepare a shuttle", he orders one of the clones around him, his voice harsh and demanding while you are down there, possibly fighting for your life right now.

"Sir, we are not equipped for such a rescue", you hear from afar, the unbearable pain blocking everything out.

"I can do it, Anakin. It's f-fine", you try to convince him, your hands trembling and your voice only a whisper. Every breath hurts, it gets worse every second and you know that you reached your limit.

You know you won't make it. Even with Bly by your side, the chances of leaving this planet alive are falling close to zero. This realization hits you hard and a single tear slips down your cheek, leaving a wet streak on your dirty face.

"A-Anakin?", you call out to him in pain, the beeping in your ears getting louder and louder. But he does not answer.

Looking up at the sky, in the direction where your transporter came from, where Anakin is located right now, you force a smile on your lips. Black stars cloud your vision as you desperately reach for the Force, calling him.

"General, what are you-", is the last static sound you hear before your body slips into complete darkness.

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Anakin is not the type to stand there doing nothing when the love of his life is on the verge of leaving this galaxy, no matter the cost. And he certainly does not care about being equipped for the rescue. Because if someone is going to get you out of there safely, then it is Anakin Skywalker.

And that is exactly what he is planning on doing the moment he leaves the bridge, when he jumps into the Twilight and lands on the rough surface of Ryloth. When he takes down every single droid with his own hands, leaving behind a trail of destruction. When he finally reaches you, unconscious frame held up by your loyal commander.

Immediately, he takes you onto his arms, carrying you to his ship with the remaining soldiers following and flanking you. The determination in Anakin's eyes is eerie, he speaks no word, only making sure to get you off this planet in no time.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he reaches out to you with the Force, just like you did before leaving into unconsciousness, telling him to leave you behind and complete the mission. The moment he does, he feels your warmth, your joy emanating through his body and your eyes flutter. Softly, your hand touches his, your lips parting ever so slightly as you croak: "I knew you would come."

"I always will", Anakin answers, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead, squeezing your hand in his gently. "I will always come for you, my angel."